Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast,
Yeah, put ya head to the
Put ya head to the nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in bitch
Regime
Coast Mafia niggaz
Yeah, niggaz man
C'mon niggaz, niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I a record dog
I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't backed down, so don't test me dog
I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a
And he ran up under white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' in the hood
Surrounded by police, wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to
No and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

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THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya
'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the
'specially a bitch nigga walk wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug handle they business
We the realest the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest feel this
Make the sargent want to us
Regardless Godzilla will you nigga
I twist ya cap a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, don't walk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off
We the only Thug Lordz
After all big like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air
Cause our guns like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, than a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla (they holla)